Date: Sun, 19 Oct 2008 12:53:59 -0700 (PDT) From: T. Chase McPhee Subject: 'Olufsen and Sons' The story below is a work of fiction, set in the format of reality. Any resemblances to real people, alive or in the hereafter, is entirely coincidental in nature. It is not meant to accurately reflect upon persons, in towns, cities, countries, nor governmental areas, which the story is staged. If a sexual scene involving male-to-male relationships offends you, then you should not read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age, in most state and countries, you are not allowed to read this story, by law. Check with your local laws regarding such. % Sexual safety matters. Remember guys, this is fiction. In real life, use protection. % OLuFsEN & SONs 01 wriTten by T. Chase McPhee % "C'mon you guys... hustle!" After Gef's bro Erik found his way into the limo, nine year old Zach and his ten year old brother Jason were forcibly stuffed into the lux interior by their Uncle Gef. "Close one guys," he responded to Erik and the boys, Zach parking himself next to his dad, Jason next to his uncle. "Traditional I suppose of funerals," Erik stated, not expecting a response, but rather observing. "Huh?" Zach said, looking up to his father. As Erik cuddled Zach in his right arm he responded, "I'll fill you in later." Then, staring directly at Gef, "I hope your food-buddies come through. That's all I've got to say." "Have I disappointed you yet, bro?" In all seriousness Erik reminds, "Company luncheon this past spring? Board meeting?" "Alright already. So I goofed up once. Read me my rights!" "Read you what Uncle Gef?" Jason looked to uncle for an explanation. Without a quick enough response he stares across to his father, "Read him what dad?" But nine year old Zach seemed more intellectual at the moment, telling his ten year old brother, "It's grown up talk." "Oh," is the only thing Jason said. As the limo driver crawled out of the cemetary at a snail's pace, he was following the lead car to the exit. It might seem strange here, a husband burying his wife, mother to Jason and Zach with cheerfullness rather than sadness at the graveside, engaging the limo travelers. History showed their mother as a tyrant, doing bad stuff to her sons like batting them about at the slap of a hand, telling them to stay in the room while Erik was at work, she off on some escapadewhile cheating with a man half her age. But Erik was the one who mentioned they all should show some kind of respect, even though the boys claimed they didn't have any respect for someone who punished them for the most minute offense. Truthfully he didn't have any good to say of his unfaithful wife, but kept his thoughts to himself. If the board meeting hadn't been a brief one, Erik would have never walked in on her and her nineteen year old boyfriend, making love on the sofa, a mixed cocktail of bourbon and pot fanning the flame of their romance. Half drunk, she confessed to Erik of the boys sequestered away in their room, cheerfully responding, "Oh the boys are playing in their room," a lisp here and there highlighting the short conversation. Racing upstairs he found the two hiding in the closet under hanging clothes, crouched down low, trying not to be seen. With the familiar voice of their father, "Jason? Zach?" the two came running out, hugging their dad as best as could be done, arms clinging to his belt, holding on as if for dear life. After noticing the bruise on Jason's cheek, Zach rolled up his pants leg to show his dad the bruise on his leg, announcing, "And see what she did to me? Kicked me almost in the knee!" Erik told them to stay in their room. In a rage he took to the stairs, two steps at a time. However when he reached the spacious lounging area the two had vanished. While on his cell, he dialed 911 returning to the boy's room. Being the mansion resided in a high end area of the town it didn't take but a few minutes for two squad cars and an ambulance to pull up through the wrought iron gates, parking in the circular drive. After some questioning an APB was put out on Mrs. Olufsen and her unknown lover. Minutes later the cop which had been interrogating Erik and the kids was called to the side. Erik knew something was up but wasn't a lip or mind reader. Finally the head honcho asked Erik, "Uh, Mr. Olufsen, do you mind stepping over here?" Same time some paramedics worked on Jason's and Zach's slight injuries. After receiving word of Mrs. Olufsen's Ferrari found wrapped around a telephone pole, Erik rubbed his hand over his face like washing shaving soap off of his chin, hand motioned back and forth, trying to find some sense to all this. Looking over his shoulder at the boys, he wondered if this was the time to break the news to them. Saying, "Excuse me," he flipped open his cell, pressing the number `1'. In less than ten seconds he was talking to his brother. Without even a `hello', he commanded, "Gef, get your ass over here right now!" and closed his phone without a even a `bye'. On the other end, Gef didn't have the time to explain, conversation dropping as he said, "Now Erik? Right in the middle of...." Then turning to the bed, he looked at his latest trick saying, "Get dressed. I've gotta go. I'll be in touch." Gef showed, sandals on his feet, jeans hugging his hips, his tee shirt in his hand. He managed to exchange a wiggling of eyebrows when the deputy standing outside eyed Gef's half-nakedness, a tongue glued to the police officer's upper lip. After getting a smile as a response, Gef bolted in the front door. "Damn time you got here!" Erik said. Without any other explanation he embodied himself in the trio of cops, telling Gef, "Stay with the boys. I'll be right back." "But?" Gef responded, but Erik had vacated the foyer. The boys had inquired of what was happening, but Gef didn't have an answer for them. Zach happened to glance across the way. Gef, who hadn't entirely escape the wetness of the ensuing rain storm looked down at his almost see-through shirt when the nine year old's question sparked him, "Can I see the ring in your pocket, Uncle Gef?" Being closer, Jason leaned forwards disengaging from his uncle's coddling, staring at the wet pocket. Same time, Geff looked down into the pocket of his dress shirt, asking, "Ring?" Sagging to his left, half leaning over his uncle's thigh, Jason touches the almost visible ring in Gef's pocket. "There's no ring in my pocket," he boldly says, shooing Jason's hand away. Almost guessing the obvious, Erik teases, "Yes, what is that in your pocket, Gef? Wedding ring for your betrothed?" Gef had mentioned it his brother, but whether Erik had passed on the idea behind his left nip being ringed, he didn't know. As explanation he just said, "We broke up." "Short-lived romance," was Erik's comment. Having more insight as an adult rather than a nine year old boy, Zach asks either Gef or his dad as his head swished back and forth, "Do we know him? Then Jason, seemingly way ahead of his years concludes, "Not another one of your gay boyfriends?" "Y'know sport, you're getting too smart for your own good?" Gef says, his arm parking Jason back into a seated position. The new subject had more or less erased the curiosity of Gef's pocket. However owning Gef a `payback', Erik once again brings up, "So... just what is that ring in your pocket, Gef?" Slowly the twenty-seven year old loosens his tie as he informs his older brother, "You'll get yours, bro!" As far back as either could remember, way back when their parents were alive, the two have had this tit for tat, playful mocking, neither knowing at what time or place the other would reap his revenge. Gef would get his. The wet tie was stubborn to remove but Gef tore at it til it became untied. Stripping it from the collar he tossed it at Erik, hitting him in the chest. The boys keenly watched as Gef unbuttoned the collar button. Slowly he unfastened each down to his navel, revealing his golden blond chest fur. The wet shirt had made it slightly tainted from the dry, golden sheen. "Looks like when you get out of the pool Uncle Gef," Zach remarked as he loosened himself entirely from his father's grip. He sat on the edge of the seat in anticipation, his tongue pressing his lower left lip down, a trademark for his curiosity. Stopping momentarily Gef asks, "What looks like when I get out of the pool?" "This," Jason says, giggling as he runs his finger up the thin tummy trail, hitting his Uncle Gef in the chin. "Okay you wise guys. Forget it!" Gef took the sides of his shirt and closed it over his front. "Noooooo... no Uncle Gef," Jason pleaded, tugging at one side of his uncle's shirt. "Yeah, Uncle Gef," Zach badgered as well, dropping to his knees, hands bracing himself on Gef's knees. "Yeah, `Uncle Gef'," Erik followed suit as he mimics the whiny tone of the boys' begging. Gef once again warned his brother, "You'll get yours." "Wow!" the two youngsters said, eyes wide opened, mouths dropping open as if they were in behold of a silver object posed against 16 karat gold. "Can we touch it?" Jason asks, his hand already in motion to paw the silver ring hanging from Gef's left nip. Temporarily holding Jason's wrist lightly Gef looks at Erik, saying in a cutesy manner, "You'll have to ask your daddy," attaching a wicked smile to it. "Can we dad?" both blurted out. As the game goes, Erik responded with, "And you'll get yours little bro!" Zach jumped to his feet as Gef responded with allowing Jason to venture forth, "One at a time and don't either one of you dare pull it!" Once again Erik gets his dig, "Ooooh Gef. Taking all the fun out of it?" But as each touched the silver ring, a combination of the metal and hair surrounding it gave both an impression as if their uncle were tickling them, giggling as they backed off. Overriding their giddyness, Erik asks, "Can I touch it?" Not wanting to elaborate in front of the boys, Gef set the topic aside with, "Get in line." Sidetracking the boys, he spelled out the menu at the reception following, asking each of his nephews if they liked this or that. Like he thought, he glanced at Erik, just knowing the boys didn't give two hoots of why he had the ring driven through his nip, Erik being the curious one. Erik did some sidetracking of his own saying, "About time," when the limo picked up speed as they exited the cemetary. To the side of the house, in an almost hidden driveway, a white van was parked, a second behind it. Across the side various foods were sketched, Degaugue's Cooking School embellishing the advertisment. "Whew! That's a good sign," Erik mocked Gef. "I told you I'd come through bro." With Gef showing a more serious side, Erik replied, "Yeah. Thanks." The boys had already made their quick getaway, slipping in between the vans, big as two white elephants, most likely on their way to the lavious dessert table Gef had described. Erik stood half in, half out of the limo, yelling, "Dinner before you two hit the desserts!" Pulling Erik in by the back of his belted pants, Gef says, "I know there wasn't much love lost between you and Marion." "What can I say?" Erik said, more admitting the truth. On his knees to the limo floor, Erik's six feet, two inches made it seem he stood in front of Gef as they locked eyes. Gef comments, "You never paid me back for having to run out on my hottie to stay with the boys." It came across more as a hint. "No, I didn't did I?" Closing the heavily tinted windowed car door, Erik leaned forwards. His hand slipped into Gef's open shirt, his lips zeroing in for a short bout of locked lips. Breaking off their tender brotherly moment Gef compliments, "You were always a hot kisser." "And your tight ass a hot little fuck!" The two smiled at each other. But instead of pursuing the latter Erik made his exit. "I better freshen up before the others arrive." As he slammed the door closed the partition between the passengers and driver zipped open. From the almost dark front came, "Shame to let that tight little ass of yours go to waste?" Gef responds, "You can either do me here or we can check into a room," meaning one of the mansion's many. Less then two seconds passed as Rodrigo opened his door, closed it, opened the rear door and fit himself into the passenger cab. Gef had already stripped out of his jacket and shirt. Not a chub, but rather beefy, the thirty-eight year old sprawled himself across the wide seat. Gef knew the drill. It's not the first time he's had sex with the family limo driver. In fact, over the last seven or eight years Gef has been a regular passenger, Rodrigo carting him off to cooking school, shopping, the gay club or bar, or any place else Gef fancied. In return for fare Rodrigo was always well `paid'. It was like a game and this day wasn't any different as Rodrigo play-acted, "Strip for me." Smiling, Gef willingly obliged, unbuckling his belt, lowering the zipper. Unbuttoning the top of his pants he simultaneously kicked off his loafers. Already to lower his pants, he did it nice and slow. Turning him on immensely, Rodrigo began massaging the lump in his lap, eyes glued to Gef's striptease act. Part of the action, due to Gef's creativeness, he left one last detail out after lowering his hip-hugger briefs and kicking them up to catch in one hand. "Are we forgetting something Gef?" "Oh yeah," Gef responded, same as the other forty or more times. Grabbing his pants, he tore the belt loose from its loops, handing it over to Rodrigo. In retrospect, Rodrigo says, "Spread'em." As always this part not only turned on Rodrigo, Gef moving his feet wide apart to allow Rodrigo to fasten the belt around the rather large set of balls. Gef let out an "Ooooh" when his half-hard 9c was slapped to the side. Sometimes he groaned, dropping his head back when his shaft was knocked out of the way. "There," Rodrigo said, sitting back, the cinch around Gef's balls tightening. With a grip on Gef's belt, he lured Gef to his crotch with a tug. No words were needed as Gef was swayed to Rodrigo's crotch. He knew how Rodrigo liked the foreplay, opening his pants, spreading the flaps wide, tugging at the top of the bear's Fruit-of-the-Loom's, anchoring them under his balls. "Get busy, bitch!" Rodrigo said rather nastily along with a hefty tug of the leash. Agony wasn't on Gef's mind as he was forced to his knees. Right away he opened his mouth and took Rodrigo's 10.5c to the back of his throat and then regurgitated the stiff shaft. Pursing his lips, he expertly worked Rodrigo's tool, slurping at the sides then routinely trying to swallow the monster. A prelude to even greater pleasure, Rodrigo unbuttoned his own shirt. A sign to detour Gef from the hot blow job, Rodrigo placed Gef's hands on his thickly matted chest. Perhaps by experience he knew just where to find his two nips, embedded in the fur. "Oooooh fuck yeah!" came the rush, Rodrigo closing his eyes and dropping his head to the back of the seat. "Balls," he called out, Gef following the suggestion as if coming from a dictator. Still kneading the two perky nips, Rodrigo slacked down in the seat so Gef could get a better perspective on licking each of the cum-filled delights. After Rodrigo felt like his balls were each totally wetted down, he called out, "Back on my cock, bitch!" As it had gone numerous times before, Gef dropped his hands, sliding them in the sides of Rodrigo's pants. Off the seat Rodrigo moved his butt, bracing his bod with his quads tensed. This was a two-fold endeavor. One, so Gef could depants Rodrigo, forcing them down around his ankles and two, shoving the engourged cock deeper into the recesses of Gef's orifice. No stranger to swallowing cock, learning the art from an out of town salesman at the local motel when he was sixteen, it took Gef little effort to pleasure Rodrigo, with the years of experience under his belt. Part of turn on was not only hearing the results of his sweet oral ministrations, but looking up to see the sweet agony he was putting Rodrigo through. With Rodrigo's pants at his ankles, Gef's hands returned to Rodrigo's rather beefy asscheeks. Purpose? What else but to use as the catalyst to force the thick meat further down his throat. Rodrigo was always amazed at how Gef could swallow and breathe at the same time. But he often gave Gef a break, like now, calling out another area to service. Loving the feeling, Gef allowed the thick snake slide out of his throat, fall off his tongue, responding to the next area of pleasuring. Returning his hands to nip pleasuring, he sat up from his slouched position, his tongue sliding up from Rodrigo's pubic bush, licking through the dense jungle of hair, diving his tongue deep into the pungy navel positioned about dead center of Rodrigo's rounded belly. "Oh fuck yeah," Rodrigo called out as if it were the first time as Gef licked the hair surrounding his navel. In a winding spire, Gef circled the targeted navel, wetting down belly fur. His kick never diminished as his tongue traveled around the navel edge, Rodrigo groaning louder with each circle, til his tongue fell in, stabbing into the deep depths. As for Rodrigo the time varied, depending on how soft or hard his nips were tweaked or Gef's tongue acting like a finger, digging deeper into his bellyhole before he felt like he was reaching his peak. Not a stranger to rougher sex, he didn't mind at all when Rodrigo pushed him on the shoulder, bowling him over onto his ass, hands freeing up the sweetly tantalized nips to brace his palms on the carpet. With the instruction, "Gut over the seat," Gef more than obliged ready for the payback from working over Rodrigo's bod for the past twenty-five mintes. Good thing the windows were tightly closed as Gef's sweaty bod shivered, his crying out as if the first time Rodrigo's thick fuck tool plunged deep within. It was a matter of seconds as Gef's pain turned to pleasure, both sweating like hogs as they worked up to a mutual rhythm. It was only after Rodrigo felt the urge that the timing was thrown off, Rodrigo dealing out the punching to Gef's ass, a minute later spurting rope after rope of his man-cream deep into Gef's anal cavern. To Gef a fuck was a fuck. The thicker the tool the better. However he didn't much segregate his preference to tops. Could be a fem guy, bi or gay, bear or skinny dude, muscled, smooth, hairy, any man of color or nationality, though he had a liking for Latinos. Where Gef was concerned, he never tired of being pinned to a car seat, motel room, his own place he called home or even a room in the mansion when Erik and the boys weren't at home. So fullfilling was the fucking experience he rather looked forwards to feeling Rodrigo's sweaty, hairy bod slip-sliding over his back, hands still clinging to his shoulders, the leverage Rodrigo utilized to drive himself deep inside. After Rodrigo regained composure the deep, quick inhaling and exhaling subsiding, he slid down to his knees. Slowly backing away he dropped his ass into the seat across the way, always babbling, "Hot! So fucking hot!" Turning around, Gef was a bit exhausted himself, especially after being buried alive under Rodrigo's stocky frame. "You can say that again!" Likewise on most occasions, Rodrigo responded with, "Hot. So fucking..." The phrase tired out, Gef says, "Yeah.... yeah..." Then dropping to his knees he braced his hands on Rodrigo's thighs, offering, "Want me to clean you up?" "Um don't you think Erik is missing you by now, Gef?" "Who the fuck cares!" He went straight away, licking Rodrigo's thighs, lifting them slightly to fit his tongue between Rodrigo's legs to get at his sweaty balls. If time permitted, Gef would do a complete tongue bath, licking away at the pungy navel, totally licking the sweat off of stomach, chest, pits and shoulders. First time Gef got fucked he took his first lick of Rodrigo's juiced up cock, popping off with a look of disgust on his face, his tongue stuck out with the comment, "Oh man does that taste gross!" >From that first time, Rodrigo laughed his ass off and from that time forwards Gef was off the hook with cleaning up Rodrigo's shiny, wet cock. Throughout the years following that first encounter, Gef tried getting out of doing that chore, but not every guy was so obliging to skipping the complete tongue workover with the post-fuck. Years later, when Gef turned eighteen he had mentioned he wouldn't mind if Rodrigo `forced' him to clean up the ass juices off his cock, but Rodrigo always recalled the look on Gef's face and from that time he found it grossed himself out, a man cleaning him up in that manner. With hands behind his head, Rodrigo chilled out for a moment as did Gef. They chatted as if nothing occured, resting. "Don't forget my birthday's coming up," Gef reminded Rodrigo. "Oh don't you worry. I never forget a `special' occasion!" came the casual hint, drawing them deeper into past conversational matter. Like the last eleven years it came back to roleplaying, each feeling `something' when Rodrigo posed the tireless question, "Soooo... of all the birthday presents I gave you, which did you like the best?" It didn't take Gef any researching his brain to come up with, "Time you hired my ass out to the outdoorsmen convention at the Hilton?" Even though Gef wasn't complaining, Rodrigo made it seem so, saying, "What are you complaining about? I nearly raised enough money to put you through your first semester of college!" By this turn in the conversation Rodrigo's pose looked like that of a model, one hand behind his head showing off his thick armpit hair, the other sliding over his beefy belly to toy with his deflated cock. "Yeah. I know," Gef shrugged it off as. Still squirming a bit after the hot sexual experience he smiled away the rest of his answer. "Um, you get my cum on that seat and there'll be hell to pay!" Gef just smiled. As has happened, after both were spent, Gef's balls as empty as Rodrigo's, the belt had slipped off. Picking up the belt, still the end in a loop, Rodrigo threatened Gef. "Get off it Rodrigo. If you haven't turned that belt on me, you never will!" "There's always a first time," he responded, wrapping the belt around and around his hand, formulating it into a roundish ball, tossing it onto Gef's slouched bod. Picking it up as it uncoiled, Gef says, "Well we better get a move on it." As the other times, Gef lifts himself off the seat and proceeds to sit on Rodgrigo's knees. Positioned as if a bench, their cocks mingle as Gef leans forwards, engaging in a parting kiss. "I knew I should have snatched you up when I had a chance!" Gef's only comment was the smile on his face, telling his mentor maybe it could have happened. Rodrigo succumbs to, "But then again, why get myself attached when I have a hot ass at my beck'n'call?" Even though it wasn't the total truth, Gef responded, "Nobody delivers a savage fuck like you, you know? Besides, think of all the guys out there who are getting plowed by your talents!" "Yeah, right," Rodrigo told Gef, though in his mind he knew since Gef was sixteen there's only one ass that ever could pleasure his thick shaft. % Copyright 2008 T. Chase McPhee This story may not be sold, nor made part of any collection, without prior consent from the author.